Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Apparently I talk too much. Or something like that. I’ve had an aching jaw for quite some time, maybe a couple months, but I didn’t really think anything of it. I figured it was just one of those things that would go away, and if I went and saw a doctor for it, he/she’d tell me it was nothing and send me on my way.

Today it was bugging me something fierce. I decided to suck it up and make a dentist appointment. I called in the morning and got in in the afternoon. How often does that happen? Usually it’s a two month wait.

The appointment was at 2:00 pm. I got in at 2:45 and was out by 2:55. I learned about the horrible Canadian Childcare system while I waited. Boring, yet informative. Good to know.

My not-so-regular dentist informed me that I have an inflamed jaw and would have to go on an anti-inflamatory drug for 10 days. Goodie. He said that on top of the medication, I could not chew gum, open my mouth wide, and a myriad of other things, for the next 2-3 months. Months? How the heck am I going to do that? (Insert sarcastic comment(s) from Russ and/or Todd - I know you’re reading this.)

When I told Noah of my oh-so-exciting instructions, he replied, “Aw, that sucks. I guess we have to do old-people smoochin’.” Sorry honey, I guess so. But I’m naturally defiant, so maybe we can break the rules once in a while.

The dentist said that I can either take the drugs and do as he says, or I’m going to have to wear a mouth guard. I don’t know about you, but when I hear “mouth guard”, I think like this too. No way no how you’re going to get me to wear anything even remotely close to that. I’d rather just keep my inflamed jaw thankyouverymuch.

On my way back in to work, I had to walk through a couple smokers who were smoking right outside the entrance to the church. Gross. I smell like cigarettes and I didn’t even smoke. I hate that.

In other equally-exciting news, I quit facebook. Again. Call it what you want, but I’m out. Most likely never to be back. Never say never though.

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